The moment Simon moved his head to the side, an arrow whizzed past his face, and it nearly nicked his cheek.
His instincts warned him again, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.
He quickly turned, saw another arrow coming for him, and he wanted to dodge it again, but his beastial instincts warned him that doing so would still cause him harm.
He frowned, then his decades of experience on countless battlefields made him realize why his instincts warned him of this.
His right hand moved, and he grabbed the arrow midair, turned it with a slight movement of his fingers so that the tip of the arrow could face Aruzith and the rest.
A second later, he threw it at the group of five.
Aruzith's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, and he quickly jumped forward.
The arrow struck one of the four in the chest, and he staggered backward. Before he could make another movement or make a sound, the arrow exploded and so did the unlucky candidate.
BOOM!
